Liu Fuyun tried,.

The system searched decently for a long time, and calculated what spatial points to analyze the data for more than an hour, and finally came to a conclusion that he probably couldn't calculate.

Fortunately, Liu Fuyun didn't have much expectations.

At this time, guarding a treasure full of life force, she and the system both thought that cultivating here first was the best choice at the moment.

Anyway, I can't go out, and I don't eat the nutritional products that come to my door.

So this space staged a very interesting scene.

Around a cluster of bright white light, countless small green balls floated slowly. Occasionally, a claw-like object would poke out, wrapping up the green ball and swishing back.

There is no concept of time, Liu Fuyun just runs the Eight Desolation Recipes over and over again. Although it was not yet the second layer, when she absorbed half of the small green ball in the space, the range of spiritual power she could release had already risen from about two meters to more than ten meters.

This is a qualitative leap!

Aslan is a continent with a long history of reverence for magic and vindictiveness. This continent is inhabited not only by humans, but also by countless races. Similar to other Western fantasy, humans, beasts, elves and other races basically do not interfere with each other and develop independently.

On the Aslan continent, the range of human activities is mainly concentrated in the central part of the continent, and few people go to the east and west where the terrain is treacherous, and the two most mysterious races in the world live.

Dragons, elves.

The elves have been hiding from the world for more than 3,000 years, and in these 3,000 years, almost no one has ever seen an elf walking on the continent, and rarely there will be elven descendants, but they are also some half-elves who have never been in contact with the clan.

It is said that the true elves live in the Forest of the Elves, which is a closed paradise.

The towering giant tree covers the sky, and the branches and leaves are coiled at the roots, and all the trees in this whole forest originate from a sacred tree in the center, the tree of life.

It is rumored that this tree of life has been standing here since the day of its existence on the Aslan continent. It is a divine presence for the elves, as many elves are born from the tree of life.

Elves are species born from nature, and their lives never leave nature. The thinnest tree in the forest requires four or five people to be embraced, and the World Tree can't even look up at the top.

So the elves built beautiful houses directly on the giant trees and lived in them.

Secluded from the world, accompanied by plants and animals, the rich ecology in the forest is enough to support the development of this race, and the life of the elves does not seem to be affected by the war on the Aslan continent at all.

As everyone knows, this beautiful and elegant race is also facing a crisis.

Part of the Tree of Life has withered, and the fountain of life, which once flowed from the tree and never seemed to dry up, has stopped flowing.

This incident is undoubtedly earth-shattering news for the elves, which means that they may face the danger of extinction at any time!

The high-ranking members of the clan were heartbroken by this, and they kept concealing it and did not dare to let the clansmen know, causing panic.

At this moment, a figure stood under the tree of life, tilting his head slightly as if listening to the words of the giant tree.

The man was dressed in a wide cloak that hid his tall body. I couldn't see his face clearly, but it was not difficult to see through the delicate golden lines tattooed on the white cloak that this person's status in the clan was very high.

The elf listened quietly for a long time, and suddenly raised his hands, and a pale golden light appeared in his hands.

He opened his lips, and a beautiful incantation came out of his mouth, as mysterious and solemn as if he were chanting.

The Elven language is one of the most beautiful and mysterious languages in the world, and only the elves can perfectly express the essence of this language.

The cloaked elf's fingers kept changing, and golden runes flew out of his hands and floated to the trunk of the tree of life in front of him, slowly forming a spell.

As the golden runes circled the tree, the voice of the elf's mouth stopped. He suddenly opened his arms, his cloak was windless, his feet gradually left the ground, and the whole person floated like this!

The sound of leaves flapping overhead, and the Tree of Life responded to him as if it had come to life!

However, this state did not last long, and the circle of runes on the trunk of the tree suddenly burst into golden light, and the violent energy impact knocked down the cloaked elf and slammed it to the ground.

A muffled cough sounded, and the elf struggled to get up, and several drops of blood fell on the ground in front of him.

A yellowish leaf was falling on the blood.

The elf's raised hand, which tried to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, slammed it, and after a while, he picked up the fallen leaf with a shudder.

"The leaves of the tree of life have fallen, and our people are in danger..."

The voice is hoarse, but it doesn't have that old feeling, but it is very moist.

"Prophet!"

A magic array not far behind him flashed, and a slender and tall figure appeared on it.

The visitor has a pair of pointed ears, blonde hair and blue eyes, and is extremely handsome! His skin was a delicate white without blemish, even slightly reflecting the glow.

It was a male elf, but more beautiful than many women.

Noble and elegant, he interprets these two words very well.

"Prophet, what happened?" The elf walked over to the prophet and saw the blood-stained leaves.

"This!"

A look of disbelief flashed across his face, and the elf involuntarily took a step back, horrified in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the leaves have fallen—" the prophet smiled bitterly, with an almost inaudible helplessness and hesitation in his voice.

"In the past three hundred years, no new elves have been born in our clan, and now the spring of life has dried up, and the tree of life has fallen leaves..."The elven king also raised his head to look at the tall giant tree, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "Prophet, it's time to tell the people about this." ”

"But Your Majesty! The Prophet's tone was abrupt, but he stopped talking.

The Elven King shook his head slowly, reached out and took the fallen leaf from the prophet's hand, and looked at it fixedly for a long time with a pair of deep turquoise eyes. "Prophet, the prophecy has not been fulfilled, and we cannot wait any longer."

"Alas—" The prophet stood in dismay, a sad breath around him.

There was once a king in the clan who was close to the supreme strength left a prophecy, but the person in the prophecy has not appeared until now, maybe it is the elf clan who is going to die in the sky.

The Elven King's hand clenched tightly, then turned and walked into the magic circle, disappearing into a cloud of light.

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